#slucky

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

Clucky/Slugma (The Dougdoug cinematic universe)

I ship it!

Neutral

I don't ship it

I don't know the characters

Voting ended onAug 8, 2024

There's no video (yet?) but there's a 9 hour vod if you want it

[obeythefloof]

The only positive-ish thing I can think of when it comes to Bucky and Yelena’s supposed romance, is the extremely amusing implication that James Bucky Barnes, the messy hoe he is, pulled off siblings not once, but twice.

[obeythefloof]

Stucky this, Sambucky that, but have you considered:

Slucky (Slutty Bucky)

He’s fucked Steve. He’s fucked Sam. He’s fucked Nat. He’s fucked most of the other Avengers. He’s fucked Fury. He’s fucked your mom. He cannot be stopped.

[imagineloveeverywhere]

We made up our own words last night #Slucky 😘 #youryuningmymoonicorn #weirdos #love #besties #girlfriends #goodtimes #memories ❤️✌️❤️ (at Kings Row Gastropub) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bow65ddHIhN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pwbxi7tjiukd

[toomanyfandomsnofuckstogive]

Sluckly is stealing Zac Efrons wife on 17 Again the bastard just can't leave people's wives alone can he!

[slucky-blog]

Do you ever look up and think of me as I do you?

I fear in the wake of night As the moon illuminates my world before me, That this gem- once companion- Reflects the light of days past And not the flame of our days to come. It shines brighter in nostalgia Yet casts me in the shadow of what we once were. That summer belonged to us: You were my moon, my stars, my night sky. No distance between us too far As I looked up. Now as I do, an urgent space expands before mine eyes But I can only watch whilst you drift further away.

[slucky-blog]

Call me Jack

What a cruel joke this is. To be in your arms once again only to walk out that door a second time. A portal it is, to another world; this one I no longer belong. You allowed me to stay too long, to hold too tight. We closed the door behind us, a facade in a box but the surprise was only for me. It was waiting, lurking behind the cover of night. You fell asleep in my arms, but I couldn't- I was dreaming already. To close my eyes was to lose you again. But I blinked. The torture of senses play the ultimate jest. My mind the jester who remembers.

Tell me it doesn't feel right and I would have told you you're fooling yourself. You told me this is what you want -you here and me outside that door- so I told you I'll always love you. Tell me I'm the fool

[slucky-blog]

For You

So I was going to write about Blue Valentine, but I got that all out of my system. Instead I owe you a little something Dils. May be part 2 later. -------- 

The day we meet again, the world shall no longer exist. From a distance, the silhouette of your splendid figure shines vibrantly against the moon and stars of the night. My body moves starved of your possession, the force of attraction is too much to control. The void between us is compounded by time itself as my movements seem to slow to a standstill. With each step reality dissolves leaving neither a trace of civilization nor an earth to which I belong; only you are in my sights and I belong only to your touch.

We lock eyes without a key to break our gaze. In what feels like an instant, my thoughts burn in a flash of ecstasy, blurred by the memory of our bare and dripping bodies being consumed by one another. My heart pumps feverishly in my chest, each beat likely to be my last unless you sooth the tormented pangs of my longing. At long last your radiant heat envelops me like a revitalizing energy coursing through every inch of me. Your body reacts to mine and instinctively my hand reaches for your waist drawing you in to hold you in tight embrace. My other hand, gentle to the touch, finds the beauty in your familiar face. Closing my eyes, I’m guided by the warmth of your breath. In an everlasting moment our trembling lips touch softly. Every nerve that contains me fires off in all directions. Any anxiety left flees, replaced by the adrenaline that will soon drive me uncontrollable.